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Summer is coming to an end. There’s a marked chill in the night air and the leaves are already on the verge of changing. Or that’s what I choose to believe, so I can bust out my fall-scented candles (hello Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin!) and buy boots and scarves, and sweater dresses. Autumn is expensive, is what I’m trying to say.

Okay, back to food.

My garden strawberries are ignoring the changing of seasons and are still growing in abundance. What to do? One can only drink so many of them. Sometimes a girl has to climb out of the liquor cabinet and up to the table.